An empty tome begs for written words

But no words can be spoken

To describe the nothing;

The gnawing, aching empty.

A colorless moment

The maw if an endless chasm

Spread to infinity for as long as time allows.

It is not sad, it is not angry.

It is nothing.

  • Author: Rael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2023 09:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: I suffer from bipolar, and one of the things that really tends to bother me is that apathy that afflicts me from time to time. I'm an emotionally guided person, so it's frustrating to be shut off from something everyone relies on.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4
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  • nephilim56

    I love the simplicity of this poem it merely says what is . very effective

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